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Harry Oblivious Potter

You are invited to the wedding of

Dean & Seamus

Harry widened his eyes at the envelope. They're getting married?!

He called Ron immediately, although in retrospect he should have dialed Hermione instead since her husband never did grasp the muggle technology.

"Hello?" Thankfully it didn't take the pureblood too long to pick up.

"Oi, mate! Did you know that Seamus and Dean are getting married?!"

"Yeah! Mione and I got the invitation not long ago. Bloody about time, eh?"

"What, you knew??" There was a pause on the other side.

"Harry, mate... You're joking, right?"

"I didn't know they were dating... Bloody hell, didn't even know they were gay!"

"Merlin's beard, Harry... They've been together since sixth year! You really didn't notice?? That's another bloody level of obliviousness, even from you." Potter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Wait, but- didn't Dean date Ginny?"

"Yeah, he's bisexual. You should know that, don't you have a... What's it called? A gay-dar."

"I- what? Why would I? I'm straight." Silence. "Ron?"

"Fuck's sake, Harry..."

Before he could ask anything, he heard a "What's going on?" from the distance.

"Harry thinks he's straight." Hurried footsteps.

"Harry James Potter! Get your arse here right now!" He nearly shrinked, Hermione was scary, sometimes. "What do you mean you're straight?! You painfully pined after Malfoy for a bloody year!"

"I- what?! Draco? I did not!"

"God help me. I don't have the patience for this. Think about it and call me back when you grow a brain," she hung up. Harsh.

He didn't fancy Malfoy, did he? I mean, the bloke was fit, sure. He looked elegant with his lean figure, long thin fingers, pale marble skin that contrasted with the soft black clothes, piercing blue eyes that held more emotion than the Slytherin wished to portray... But that didn't mean anything.

To be fair, he missed his rival. But just because he was bored. He missed the insults, the way his blood started boiling each time the other boy was around. He missed the feeling on his chest after every aristocratic Pottah. The smirk that followed. The- fuck.

Potter dialed the phone again, this time ringing the muggleborn.

"Hello?"

"Mione... I think you're right."

"Took you long enough." Ron could be heard chuckling in the background.

He really was oblivious.

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That feeling when you’re in the mood to read a very specific fanfic with just the right pairing, just the right tropes, just the right balance of angst, fluff, smut that matches your current mood, ❤️‍🔥 aaaand none of the fics in your faves list nor your ‘to be read’ list are ticking those boxes. 😢 And you realize if you want to read this very specific fic that your soul is craving; you’re gonna have to write it yourself😱😭…. I’m exhausted, and I just want someone else to randomly spawn my dream fic ok? 😂

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second chances can only get you so far

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Seven for a secret, never to be told 🐦🐦🐦

I believe in kind, self assured, successful Draco who has made something of himself after the war, but I also like to daydream about how he took those difficult first steps on his journey to rebuild himself.

In eighth year Harry decides that he wants to bridge the gap, close the circle of him and Draco and make peace so that they can move forward with no regrets.

Draco doesn't reject Harry's attempts but is only capable of superficial courtesy and strained smiles in return, too insecure and uncertain after being so thoroughly deconstructed by his mistakes.

Harry is simultaneously frustrated and fascinated. He takes opportunities wherever he can (and makes them wherever he can't) to be around Draco. Draco continues to tolerate him, even gets used to his company, and Harry likes what he learns.

They face off in the quidditch finals, Harry makes Draco swear to give Harry his all and promises he won't hold back. They're evenly matched of course, because neither of them are there by accident.

Their final snitch chase is fierce, they chase it through the towers and behind the banners. When they both make a desperate reach they collide with each other instead, getting caught up in the fabric and falling together. They're sprawled in the sand, untangling themselves from each other when Draco opens his hand to reveal the snitch.

They're concealed from the outside world, and they have a few moments where they're the only two people who have realized that the game is over, and Draco has won.

Draco is stock still, shocked, staring at the snitch in his fingers. Then he looks at Harry, eyes wide and a little glassy but Harry's come to learn what Draco looks like when he's biting back a grin and realizes that there was no other way that the game could have ended. He feels giddy, like he was the one who caught the snitch, and practically hosts Draco onto his shoulders like a palanquin to parade him around with his prize.

Harry tells Draco that he's proud of him. Draco's smiles at him with true warmth from that day on.

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art commissions: open

the drawing took like ten mins but the animation took an hour 😅

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Hey, what are your favorite Draco + Harry headcanons? Doesnt matter if has characters or as a couple. Have a nice day

hi!! thanks for the drive-by, anon; i hope you have a nice day, too!

okay, let's be organized about this.

draco: i headcanon draco as chatty, dramatic, def extroverted, super easy for any sort of affection (going from supreme "special little guy" doting from his parents to "oh he's evil actually" in the larger world means he's genuinely shocked when he's not immediately adored). i usually pick brainy/puzzle-y sorts of jobs for him because i think he likes to talk and likes to know more than other people, so he's suited for something where he can be an expert. he's a gemini sun and (in my headcanon, obvs) a pisces moon. i always imagine draco a little unhinged/ridiculous and not really good at hiding his emotions (he always made them very clear in canon iirc, truly never got the ~ice prince thing), even if he does obfuscate with sarcasm and humor a lot.

harry: my harry headcanons are all about him being a bit of a mess after the war. he very much wants to be removed from the center of attention, but he loves being around people and wants to be surrounded by friends as much as possible. it's hard for him to trust freely given affection and it can make him a little uncomfortable, but he also craves it. he finds it nearly impossible to ask for things but he will stand up for himself and set boundaries. my ideal harry job really is professor or teacher or something with kids; he's so good at commanding attention and then using it constructively. he's protective and jealous and possessive when he forms attachments because he's afraid of losing people/still can't quite believe people love him back for keeps. and he's funny and smart in a lot of practical ways, if not as emotionally aware as he could be. and when he is aware of his emotions, he's way better at facing them head-on; it can just take him a bit to figure it out. in my heart he's an aquarius moon, i love that combo with a leo sun for him.

this got long, so i'll do headcanons for them together another time!! 😊

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Harry Yes

Also Draco gifted Harry the little chain for his glasses and Harry loves it you cannot convince me otherwise its definitely warded and charmed and when he moves it chimes softly just like Draco's magic.

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Like father, like son :)

Bonus ⤵️

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Scorp takes naps very seriously 😤

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Omfg I saw this image and I just had to draw harry with Scorpius 😭😭😭😭😭

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Dress

"Don't laugh!" Draco shouted through the door of their bedroom.

He rolled his eyes and turned the page of his quidditch magazine. "Draco, I never laugh at your new clothes," he called back. It was true, he didn't, Draco sometimes picked the loudest, most ostentatious patterns imaginable; sometimes he picked cloaks that changed color based on his mood; once, memorably, he'd even found a hat with enormous peacock feathers. He'd never laughed, because he understood that clothes were an outlet for Draco, a way of being who he felt like he was on the inside. "I promise," he added.

When the door didn't open after a few more moments of silence, Harry set down his magazine, "Draco?"

"Yes," the other man said through the door. "Yes, coming."

The door opened a crack but Draco didn't emerge, "Promise," he said. "Swear on our marriage and our nonexistent children that you won't laugh."

"Baby," he said, standing from the couch and moving toward the door. "I promise. I won't laugh."

"Sit down," Draco said, peaking around the corner, just his forehead and eyes visible. "Sit down and close your eyes. I can't do it if you're looking at me."

He frowned but did as Draco asked.

The door creaked as it opened the rest of the way, and the sound of Draco's bare feet padding across the floor made the pit of Harry's stomach warm. He could feel Draco's presence in front of him, knowing that his husband was standing there looking at him, weighing him.

"Babe," he said, holding his hands out and waiting for Draco's to fill them. His fingers clasped Harry's, shaking just a little. "Hey," he said softly, "I love you. All of you. I'm not going to laugh."

After a shaking exhale, Draco gave Harry's hands a squeeze and took a step back, "Open your eyes," he murmured.

Harry was not in any way prepared for the sight before him. Draco was wearing a simple green dress, a low v-neck with thin straps, it was fitted through the bust and cinched at the waist. The whole dress was layered with chiffon that gave it a soft, dreamy quality; the skirt was full and with the layers of chiffon, Harry knew it would flare out if he twirled. He swallowed, "Wow," he managed after a moment.

"It's a lot, I know-" Draco started, tucking a strand of hair back behind his ear, "and I-"

"You look fucking gorgeous," Harry interrupted. "Let me see the back?"

Slowly, Draco turned, showing Harry an equally deep v in the back with a crisscross of thin straps that helped to keep the top of the dress tight to his torso. All of the freckles he'd gotten in the sun on their vacation last month were a stark contrast to the pale of his skin.

"You look amazing," he said again as Draco turned to face him once more.

Draco ducked his head, cheeks flushed a lovely pink. Harry was about to ask him to do a real spin so he could admire the skirt when Draco blurted, "I don't think I'm always a boy."

He blinked but before he could say anything, Draco continued.

"And I don't think I'm a girl," he said uncertainly. "I just," he shrugged, helplessly, eyes welling up with tears, "I think there's something broken inside of me," he whispered.

"Oh," Harry said, standing and pulling him into his arms, "sweetheart, no." He kissed Draco's temple, "there's nothing wrong with you. It's alright," he added, mentally thanking Ginny for the lecture she'd given him three years ago about one of her nonbinary team mates. "Maybe you're just nonbinary. It's alright," he repeated, holding Draco's trembling body closer.

"You thought you married a man," Draco blurted as he clung to Harry's jumper, face hidden against his shoulder. "I don't-"

"Hey," he said softly, pulling back a bit so that he could meet Draco's eyes, "sweetheart," he murmured, heart aching with the thought that Draco might have been keeping this from him because he was afraid of how Harry might react. "I love you. It doesn't matter to me what you identify as, it won't change that I love you. I love the person you are," he said, "Everything else is just how you get to feel comfortable in your own skin. I want you to be happy."

"I don't know who I am," Draco whispered.

He nodded and pressed a kiss to Draco's forehead, "I'd like to be with you while you find out, if you'll let me?"

Draco swallowed, gaze flickering between Harry's eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, love. I'm positive."

Slowly Draco nodded, "I'd like that."

He kissed Draco's cheek, "Can I admire you in your new dress a little more?"

With a shy little smile that Harry utterly adored, Draco nodded and stepped back, wiping his eyes.

"Well, give us a proper spin, then," Harry said.

Draco spun and the skirt flared, twirling around as Draco laughed, face open and radiant in a way that Harry wasn't sure he'd ever seen.

"I should take you out," Harry said, capturing him in his spinning and pulling Draco into his arms again before starting to dance around the living room. "We should go out dancing."

Draco shook his head, "what would people say?"

"That you're gorgeous," he said, "but respectfully because if they didn't say it respectfully, I'd punch them."

"Harry," Draco sighed, "the press-"

"What if we went to a muggle place?" he interrupted because he knew that Draco was right but he didn't want Draco to think there was anything that Harry was ashamed of about this. "Just until you feel more confident in who you are? What if we go out and experiment together? Give you a chance to feel comfortable in your skin before we let the world know?" He tucked a strand of hair behind Draco's ear, "I want to show you off," he added, knowing how Draco loved to be seen in his new things, "you deserve to be admired in this beautiful dress."

"Are you sure?" he asked. And in the question Harry heard a thousand other insecurities.

"I've never been more sure of anything than I am of you," he replied, holding Draco's gaze with his own. "You are the love of my life. No matter what. I love you and I just want you to love you as much as I do."

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Right Over Left

Happy Trans Day of Visibility! I wrote this fic for the @magicaltrans 2022 Trans Comfest and then it just sat languishing in my docs drive for months. I figured that today was the perfect day to bring it back out and share it.

This fic is technically standalone but does include a canon character who has changed their name. The previous fics in this series can be found here.

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Harry entered their room to find Eltanin cross-legged in front of their mirror, their eyebrows drawn together as they moved sections of their hair this way and that. He settled quietly on his bed, knowing that El would talk to him when they were ready. In the meantime, he enjoyed the time to admire his partner. 

In the weeks since they had come out to Harry, Eltanin had been openly growing their hair out. Where it had barely passed their ears two months ago, it was now falling past their chin, and Harry had noticed them getting increasingly frustrated with it in class. 

Last week El had stolen one of Luna’s headbands, only to return it the same day, complaining of the headache it caused. Harry had teased them about their big head, but not before he had soothed the ache with soft fingers in his partner’s hair. 

If Harry was pressed, he might admit that he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Eltanin’s hair.

After the failed headband experiment Harry had bought El a variety of hairclips, which his partner had immediately stuck all through their hair like an excited five year old. They had continued to use the clips every day, however Harry had noticed in Defence earlier that the clips didn’t really hold against vigorous movement. 

Apparently Eltanin had made the same discovery, as they repeatedly attempted to weave strands of hair together on the back of their head. 

After what could have been minutes or hours — Harry regularly found himself lost in time when watching his beautiful partner — Eltanin dropped their head into their hands with a groan. 

“This was so much easier on someone else’s head!” 

Harry slowly moved from the bed, careful to make just enough noise that Eltanin would know he was there. 

“Can I help?” he asked as he settled himself behind Eltanin, his hands already slipping into the silky strands. 

Eltanin tilted their head further into Harry’s hands, their shoulders relaxing as the tension bled out of them. “Not unless you know how to braid hair.”

“That isn’t currently part of my skill set,” Harry chuckled, a plan forming in his head. “But I’ve been told I give good head rubs.”

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“I need your help.” Harry tried not to show his nerves as he awaited Pansy’s reply. Sure, the eighth years had all become closer over the last three months, but he had never spoken to Pansy one on one before, and he couldn’t deny that he’d always been a little afraid of her. 

“I’m assuming this is about Dr-Eltanin?” She fixed him with a piercing stare, but Harry was relieved at the tiny quirk at the corner of her mouth. 

“I want to learn how to braid hair. They said they learned from you.” 

Pansy’s gaze softened. “Is this about their hair in defence?”

“Yeah, even the clips didn’t hold it well enough. I went up to our room earlier and they were trying to braid their hair, but they said it was easier on another person.”

“So you thought you’d learn to do it for them.” Pansy smiled at him. “You know, I was a little worried when Eltanin told me you were dating. You two have always had the ability to hurt each other more than most. But I’ve never seen them as happy as I have during these past few weeks.”

Harry blushed. “I don’t think that has anything to do with me. It’s a lot easier to be happy when you can be yourself.”

“Which they wouldn’t be able to do without you.” The piercing stare was back. “Meet me in the old Charms room after dinner. I’ll teach you how to braid.”

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“Right over middle. Good. Now left over middle. No no over middle, not under. Good. Now again.”

Harry hadn’t really thought about how Pansy would teach him to braid, but he had to admit that he wasn’t expecting this. 

Ginny and Luna sat on the floor, leaning against a transfigured couch. Pansy had her hands woven through Ginny’s hair, demonstrating the braid while Harry did his best to replicate it on Luna. He had a bad feeling that his friend would be left with a lot of knots, but she was being endlessly patient with his tugging and twisting. 

“Oi, Potter.” Pansy’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Less daydreaming, more braiding. Right over, left over, right over, left over…”

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On Monday morning Harry stepped out of the shower to find El aggressively clipping their hair back, muttering to themself. 

“Stay there you stubborn motherfucker. I’m not going to lose the mock duel again just because of my hair.”

Harry resisted the urge to laugh, and stepped up behind his partner. 

“Come and sit over here, darling.” 

He led a bemused El over to his bed, gently pushing them to sit on the floor in front of him. Removing the clips — while ignoring El’s protests — Harry hummed as he started to braid. 

“Right over, left over, right over, left over…”

“Where…how…why??” Harry could hear the emotion in his partner’s voice, and paused to run a soothing hand over their cheek. 

“You deserve to be comfortable in class, so I learned for you,” he shrugged, lifting his hand to continue braiding.

Instead he ended up with a lapful of wiggling, happy Eltanin, who pressed flurries of kisses all over his face. 

If he could make them this happy just by braiding their hair, he’d do it every day for the rest of his life.

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Microfic: I think about you

“I think about you,” Harry admits in the quiet lift. Draco stares straight ahead, the gilded brass doors reflecting it back to him. “About us. And I think….”

Draco tried to let the silence be, not to rise to it. But his floor was coming up, and he had to, had to know.

“What do you think? About us?”

Harry cocked his head, watching their reflections watching them.

“You’re like the ocean,” he said. “And I never learned to swim. Not really.”

Draco turned to him. “I don’t-”

“But I keep going back to the shore,” Harry continued as if Draco hadn’t spoken, “keep wading into the waves, even when they crash into me and I think it’s too much. I… this probably sounds insane but -”

The bell dinged, and the doors started to slide open. Draco caught a glimpse of faces, pressed robes, the gleam of tile, before he jammed the button to close the doors. Harry smiled, teeth tucked into his lower lip, even as he ducked his head to hide it. Then he looked up into Draco’s wide-eyed, hopeful face.

“I think I want to drown in you.”

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For @drarrymicrofic’s prompt “thelassophile.”

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So what if Harry gets a cat and at first Draco is like skeptical about it

but then he’s completely obsessed

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Flowers flowers and more flowers cause it's finally starting to feel like SPRING

This started as something else, but then I wanted to draw flowers and it turned into a sort-of art nouveau... thing. I sketched it over a week ago and promptly got horrendously sick, so I just finished today now that I'm feeling mostly better.

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